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Miraluz stood upon the cliffs of Isla Sorna, his scales shimmering with the faint afterglow of atomic energy.
The salty wind carried the scent of the ocean, but beneath it, he could smell the faint trace of blood—Titan blood.
Aotuna had already taken her share, her frame strengthened beyond recognition, but he had not forgotten the others.
Power was not something he intended to hoard alone.
With the authority of a ruler, he allowed the remaining five portions of Titan's blood to be absorbed by his most trusted lieutenants.
Each of them writhed under the rush of titan energy as their bodies adapted, bones reforging, muscles swelling, instincts sharpening.
One by one, they rose again—no longer mere mutant dinosaurs, but sub-Titan class beings.
Their roars echoed across the island like war drums, each one proclaiming loyalty to Miraluz.
Still, Miraluz could sense the truth.
'Too many warriors, too little blood.'
The Titans' essence, no matter how potent, was finite.
This was just a taste, not enough to elevate an entire species.
If his kin were to rise fully, if the mutant dinosaurs were to challenge gods like Godzilla, more was needed.
His gaze turned southward, toward the ocean.
The surface world was rich, but the real treasure lay beneath—within the Hollow Earth, the inner world where Titans roamed freely.
The Monsterverse humans believed they had charted only fragments of it: Skull Island, the Mariana Trench, Antarctica, even human cities like Cairo and Rio de Janeiro that concealed entrances.
But Miraluz knew better.
Those were cracks, not gateways.
The true scope of that realm stretched further than human imagination could comprehend.
"How many layers does it have?" he murmured, his deep voice rolling like distant thunder.
"How many Titans slumber in its depths?"
His golden eyes narrowed.
Curiosity burned in him, but it was more than curiosity—it was necessity.
If he wanted his people to thrive, he had to lead them into that world.
And why wander to faraway lands when he could bring the path to them?
His decision was made.
On Isla Nublar, not far from Sorna, he would tear open a gateway himself.
It would become a bridge between worlds, a vein through which the mutant dinosaurs could flow freely, hunting, expanding, claiming their place.
But before that, something tugged at his memory—a promise.
"By the way…" Miraluz muttered, as though scolding himself.
His tail lashed the ground, carving a trench through the earth.
"I nearly forgot about that brute from Skull Island."
King Kong.
The ape had fought with fire and pride, refusing to kneel easily, but eventually, he had acknowledged Miraluz's rule.
More importantly, he had promised him something: help in finding his lost kin.
Now, with the Hollow Earth expedition looming, it was the perfect time to fulfill that vow.
He turned his head toward his violet-scaled sister, Aotuna, her massive frame crouched nearby.
She flicked her tail expectantly, sensing her brother's thoughts before he even spoke.
"Go," Miraluz commanded.
"Fetch Kong from Skull Island. Bring him here. His fists will be needed."
Aotuna's molten eyes glimmered.
She bowed her horned head briefly before spreading her colossal wings.
With a single beat, she launched skyward, a boom rattling the trees.
Miraluz lingered only a moment longer.
His gaze shifted to the horizon, then down to the glowing panel only he could see—the simulator, the engine of his evolution.
Hundreds of millions of gene points shimmered within it, rewards from the slaughter of the MUTO brood.
It was time to ascend further.
He sank into seclusion, his body radiating faint energy as the panel unfurled before him like a celestial script.
"Seismic Control," he growled.
"Level it."
Power surged through him.
His claws scraped the stone as the dragon beetle gene screamed awake, twisting his bones with new potential.
[Seismic Control Lv1 → Lv2. Capable of triggering a magnitude seven earthquake. Energy release equivalent: 2.0×10^15 joules.]
His chest swelled as the following line burned.
[Seismic Control Lv2 → Lv3. Capable of triggering a magnitude 8 earthquake. Energy release equivalent: 6.3×10^16 joules.]
The ground beneath him groaned in protest, trembling as though afraid of its master. Miraluz flexed his talons, testing the resonance.
Yes.
A flick of his will could now unleash devastation equal to the Castle Bravo hydrogen bomb that the humans once loosed against Godzilla.
Cities would crumble.
Mountains would split.
And yet, he was not satisfied.
He poured points into every gene—atomic breath variations, bioelectric fields, regenerative capacity, camouflage.
One by one, they rose to the third level, each a blade in his arsenal.
His aura darkened until even the sea seemed to recoil.
When the last surge faded, Miraluz stood silent on the cliff's edge.
He closed his eyes.
The waves crashed far below, gulls screamed, the storm winds howled—and yet all of it felt distant.
A whisper curled in his mind.
"Invincible. Lonely."
His claws clenched into fists.
"How empty it feels to stand at the top."
He opened his eyes again.
The fire within them burned stronger.
If there were no opponent worthy of him on the surface, then surely in the Hollow Earth, one would rise.